The ghost fire is sparkling.

Rows of ghosts with their feet touching the ground, dressed in purple, no different from ordinary people, roamed the cell, and there were also green-faced bull heads with steel forks and white-faced horse heads with long knives watching at the entrance of the cell corridors.

They are human hands, but their feet are cow hooves or horses' hooves.

And at the round table not far from the face of the bull and horse, there was a hideous and terrifying Yaksha with a hump-like head, hairless, holding an iron fork, and sitting at the table.

Sitting directly across from him was a rakshasa with a sheep's head and a black body, red hair, and green eyes, and Rosa held a sharp blade in his hand, and in front of him was a pool of flesh and blood dripping with blood, not just some creature, devouring it one bite at a time.

"It's just a prison in the yang world, why do you have to go to prison in this underworld!"

Duan Lingqi kicked on the fence of the cell, even though the fence of the cell seemed to be made of white paper, but Duan Lingqi's kick made his toes hurt, and the white paper fence did not shake at all.

"I thought that when you talked to me on Wangui Street, you had already thought of countermeasures and plans, and deliberately hooked the ghost judgment of Niu Tou Ma Mian and this ghost town."

Su Yuanbai sat on the side of the cell, his face was calm, and he seemed to say with a rare smile.

"How do we know that talking on the street will attract them?!"

Xi Chunxue sat cross-legged on her knees, looking at the spirit binding chain in her hand, fortunately, this ghost pawn in the underworld did not mean to add another chain to herself.

"Most of the lonely ghosts in the ghost town are attracted by the flags on the city walls, they are unconscious, they cannot speak, and they repeat the most memorable actions of their souls with the tragic appearance of their deaths.

So you are very special for this kind of soul that is clearly able to speak and is self-conscious. If I'm not mistaken, we've been targeted since we entered this Yin North City. ”

Su Yuanbai said calmly.

"We shouldn't be able to escape, right?"

Qu Hancheng sat in the dark corner of the cell, which was the farthest from the cell, and asked with a sigh of relief.

"Blank paper trapped souls, according to common sense, unless you cultivate a ghost with the power of the ghost or a primordial god with magical powers, it is possible to break this blank paper prison."

Su Yuanbai glanced back at Qu Hancheng and said.

"None of you have cultivated any power to pass through the shadows, have you?"

Qu Hancheng hurriedly looked at Xi Chunxue and Duan Lingqi and asked.

"No, my realm is not enough for me to go out of my body and refine my soul."

Xi Chunxue shook her head and said.

"Hmph, my Jackie Chan is not finished yet, how can I cultivate any power of channeling through the shadows."

Duan Lingqi snorted coldly.

"Of course, it's common sense."

Su Yuanbai interjected calmly.

"What about non-common sense?"

Qu Hancheng asked with a bad premonition in his heart.

"Any ordinary person with a physical body can tear this blank paper prison clean."

Su Yuanbai stood up, he walked to the door, looked at the white paper fence in front of him, tore open the vertical white paper, and then looked back at Qu Hancheng who was stunned and said.

Not only Qu Hancheng was dumbfounded, but even the purple-clothed ghost pawn who had just inspected here had their eyes prominent, and looked at Su Yuanbai who was destroying the prison door in front of them with a stunned expression.

"I'll be waiting for you outside the south gate of Yinbei City."

Su Yuanbai said calmly, and then walked to the gate of the corridor of the cell in front of a group of purple-clothed ghost soldiers, and then walked out from the gate.

"There's a ghost escaping from prison!"

It wasn't until Su Yuanbai walked out of the gate for a distance that the blue-faced bull head at the door reacted, and hurriedly picked up the steel fork in his hand and scolded loudly.

This shout immediately caused a group of bull heads of very different shapes and sizes to pour out around the gate.

"Let your Minotaur Clan retreat, what kind of ghost is this, it is clearly a living person who exudes the aroma of flesh and blood! Yaksha, which part of him do you want?! ”

The sheep-headed and black-headed, green-eyed Rakshasa picked up the sharp blade in his hand and stood up from the round table, leaving the blood left over from the devouring creature just now in his mouth and said excitedly.

"Hurry up, when the ghost judge comes, we will miss this good opportunity to eat people!"

With a head like a hump and a hideous and terrifying face, the Yaksha didn't wait for the rakshasa to say anything more, and waved it towards Su Yuanbai with an iron fork in his hand.

Every time he waved the tip of the iron fork, there was a crimson fierce ghost aura, which was extremely terrifying, and its speed was also extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, the iron fork wrapped around the crimson fierce ghost qi had come to Su Yuanbai's body, and with a slight stab forward, Su Yuanbai's whole person would be pierced by the iron fork.

"Eight tribes, patrolling the sea Yaksha, I didn't expect that in addition to the heavens and the earth, there are also ghost yaksha here."

Su Yuan's white dark eyes calmly looked at the crimson fierce ghostly iron fork, and he was not in a hurry to dodge, but looked up at the sky above his head slightly and said lightly.

His memory regained a little more.

After the Flower Plain on the other side withered, Su Yuanbai's mind inexplicably had some vague memories, and he also knew some spells based on the Netherworld Qi of the Flower on the other side.

And when he saw the bloody hell that appeared on the plain, his soul ached, as if he had already experienced the pain of heartache and flint in this hell thousands of years ago.

But Su Yuanbai still couldn't remember who he was.

Even along the way, every time I walk a part of the road and experience something, I will remember some things in my mind. It's like I did the same thing a long, long time ago.

Now it seems that it is nothing more than repeating the same old path.

But who am I?

Su Yuanbai sighed lightly, and looked down at the moment when the iron fork wrapped with the fierce crimson ghost qi was about to pierce his chest, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly turned into the shape of a snow-white flower.

The moment the tip of the iron fork touched Su Yuanbai's chest, it turned into snow-white petals, and the fierce crimson ghost qi poured into Su Yuanbai's body, and the color of the snow-white flowers in Su Yuanbai's pupils became deeper and deeper.

But the green-eyed Rakshasa with a sheep's head and a black body quietly came behind Su Yuanbai with a sharp blade in his hand, and raised the blade to stab Su Yuanbai at the back of his unsuspecting neck.

"Rakshasa, I seem to have promised someone not to hurt her demons, because she seems to have lent me a fan?"

Su Yuanbai's figure left suddenly, leaving an afterimage on the spot, he leaned slightly on the back of a tall bull's head, looked at the funny scene in the middle, and frowned slightly.

And the sharp blade that should have been stabbed in the back of Su Yuanbai's neck was now inserted into the cheek of the hideous and terrifying Yaksha, and the Yaksha screamed and cursed again and again in pain.

"Don't run if you have the ability!"

Rakshasa ignored Yaksha's scolding and suddenly pulled the blade out of Yaksha's cheek, almost knocking out the hapless Yaksha with pain on the spot.

"Bull head and horse face, millions of ghosts in the underworld, but there is no memory."

Su Yuanbai ignored Rakshasa's provocation, raised his hand to hold the steel fork that was pierced by the blue-faced bull's head behind him, and looked around with a pair of snow-white eyes.

The figure suddenly faded.

Leaving behind a group of bulls and horses, and the Rakshasa Yaksha in the middle, staring wide-eyed, and finally focusing on the aisle of the cell, where there are also three souls with this person.